I Forgot the Men Who Broke Me
The three Cavalli heirs once acted as if I were the center of their world.
They fought over me, made enemies for me, and swore no one would ever force me into a marriage I did not want. For years, I believed them.
Then I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor.
The surgeons warned me that saving my life might cost me my memories. I was terrified of forgetting the three men I had loved for so long, yet when I needed them most, all I got back was anger.
Later, Viola sent me a video of fireworks bursting over the coast, her name written across the sky, while the three silver saint medals I had once begged for in their names gleamed at her throat.
That was when I finally let go.
I left the country, had the surgery, and built a life that did not include them.
Much later, three strangers ended up on their knees outside my door, begging me to remember them.